BarbaraW
Where did the year go?
Nov 14, 2007
Well, I was wrong about my last doc visit. I didn't lose a pound or two. I gained 4! I told Dr. Nizzi and Mary Kay that it wasn't the band's fault, it was my poor food choices. There has been far too much ice cream and other junky snacking going on. So I got back on track immediately after that disappointing weigh-in, bought some scales so I could weigh at home, and guess what? No weight loss. I'm just going back and forth, up and down those lousy 4 pounds.
I need to exercise. But I don't. I still have a lot of stiffness in my knee, my hip aches, and I still don't have a lot of energy now that it's colder out.
Somebody please come hold a gun to my head and make me MOVE.
Yesterday was my bandaversary, and I didn't make my goal. I hoped to have half the weight I need to lose off in the first year. DIdn't happen. I am down almost 50 pounds though and that's a wonderful thing.
The doc didn't give me a fill because he thought I still had some restriction. I agreed as I was still having "stuck" episodes. The more I focus on it though, the more I believe that it's still a problem with taking smaller bites and chewing enough. i am not scheduled to go back until early January. Could be disastrous to wait that long and he said that if I lose the last of my restriction, to try and get in for a fill. I'm thinking I may be ready to call and go in the last week of November.
I'm sooo hungry at night. It sucks but I'm trying.
I need to exercise. But I don't. I still have a lot of stiffness in my knee, my hip aches, and I still don't have a lot of energy now that it's colder out.
Somebody please come hold a gun to my head and make me MOVE.
Yesterday was my bandaversary, and I didn't make my goal. I hoped to have half the weight I need to lose off in the first year. DIdn't happen. I am down almost 50 pounds though and that's a wonderful thing.
The doc didn't give me a fill because he thought I still had some restriction. I agreed as I was still having "stuck" episodes. The more I focus on it though, the more I believe that it's still a problem with taking smaller bites and chewing enough. i am not scheduled to go back until early January. Could be disastrous to wait that long and he said that if I lose the last of my restriction, to try and get in for a fill. I'm thinking I may be ready to call and go in the last week of November.
I'm sooo hungry at night. It sucks but I'm trying.
I think it's about that time
Oct 17, 2007
I see the doc again on Nov 1 and I'm thinking it's time for a fill. I doubt I've lost any weight since my last visit, MAYBE a pound or two tops. I've been eating too much junk food at night, not getting the water in, and let's not even talk about the lack of exercise. My knee is bothering me a lot and I'm thinking I might go back to physical therapy next year. I didn't think a knee replacement was supposed to creak and grind like this!
I bought some new jeans at Kmart over the weekend. Bought the 20's and they fit fine although a little loose in the waist. I still can't bring myself to try on clothes in the store and I should. Maybe things would fit better, Beavis!
I'm homesick for my family in Virginia but the knee surgery killed all my vacation time. It's really tempting to eat my blues away, but I'm fighting it. As soon as possible next year, I'm going home!
I bought some new jeans at Kmart over the weekend. Bought the 20's and they fit fine although a little loose in the waist. I still can't bring myself to try on clothes in the store and I should. Maybe things would fit better, Beavis!
I'm homesick for my family in Virginia but the knee surgery killed all my vacation time. It's really tempting to eat my blues away, but I'm fighting it. As soon as possible next year, I'm going home!
You look mahvelous!
Oct 10, 2007
I cut my hair and I have been wearing clothes that fit a little better (and a little closer to the body). And boy has it made a difference! I get compliments every day which makes me feel pretty darn good. So I guess the sliming and PB'ing (which still happens on occasion) is a minor inconvenience although it was a real pain today at work. It was raining and I didn't want to walk down to the store to grab some lunch so I fixed some grits that were still in my cupboard. Actually, about half went down just fine but as soon as they started cooling off and began resembling mortar, I should have stopped. No biggie though, I had some yogurt with granola earlier and I had some wheat thins chips later so I wasn't starving. Not the best food choices today, but I will do better tomorrow.
I started looking through my closet tonight for something to wear since our summer is now well and truly over. YIKES! I don't hae much that fits. I bought one pair of dress pants last week in a 20 and should have bought the 18's. Still, they are the closest to fitting of anything I have. My jeans fit well for about an hour after they come out of the dryer and then they start bagging and sagging. I need clothes... eBay here I come!
I started looking through my closet tonight for something to wear since our summer is now well and truly over. YIKES! I don't hae much that fits. I bought one pair of dress pants last week in a 20 and should have bought the 18's. Still, they are the closest to fitting of anything I have. My jeans fit well for about an hour after they come out of the dryer and then they start bagging and sagging. I need clothes... eBay here I come!
The book I never wrote
Sep 22, 2007
Last night I was having a great time in the chatroom as always.. I have met such fun people on this site. Tonya mentioned that maybe I should write a book and the funny thing is that I once had every intention of doing so. But life got in the way, I got lazy or distracted, and I never got too far. But here for posterity, is one chapter of the book I had intended to title: Heaven is Just a Click Away - the Cyber Adventures of an Overweight, Middle-aged, Divorced Mother of Two.
There I was; it was 1997 and I had been divorced for six years and living back in my podunk hometown. A four-year long affair with a married man (who also happened to be my childhood sweetheart) had come to an end, not with a whimper nor a bang, but more like the hiss of a balloon with a slow leak. I was living in a nice little house, right next to my sister and brother-in-law's nice little house, with my 12 year old daughter, the cat, and the queen of the household, our dog.
After being laid off from a great job that I loved, I struggled for two months to find another. In desperation, I accepted a position as the office manager for an ambulance service. It was something I knew virtually nothing about and it was a huge, I mean HUGE paycut, but it beat the hell out of taking a job doing the cell count at the local prison. I eventually came to love the job and especially the people I worked with, but we were struggling financially in a big way.
One day, as my daughter and I were picking out our weekly groceries, something I enjoy just slightly more than a root canal, we passed down the magazine aisle, by all the romance novels with their busty heroines and Fabio cloned heroes on the lurid covers. I remarked, "I wonder how much money someone gets paid for writing that stuff?"
My daughter replied, "You should give it a try, Mom. You could probably knock one out in a coupla hours."
Hmmmmm... I thought that over for awhile. Sure, I had always thought I might like to write a little something here and there. I had almost fully fleshed out plotlines for at least 3 novels in my head at any given time, one of which I STILL think would make a fabulous Lifetime TV original movie starring Melissa Gilbert and Jack Wagner. Problem was, I didn't have a computer. And no matter how grand I thought a particular idea was, in the time it would have taken me to write it out longhand, I would have come to hate the characters and would have killed them all off by the third chapter.
Did I know how to write a real manuscript and submit it to a publisher, an agent, or even my high school English teacher for that matter? Geeeze, no. Not a clue. BUT... I figured I could find out. There are books about this stuff in the library, right? And the library is free, right? And if I'm ever lucky enough to be published, I'll GIVE a signed copy of my book to the library as payback. Damn right.
Back in the real world though, I'm still broke and Santa Claus is not about to leave me a PC under the tree. I've been naughty (remember the affair?), and you can't make up for four years of naughty with six months of nice. Since my parents did not and still do not believe in computers, there was no need in trying to convince them that one would make a really good birthday or Christmas present. My parents believe in practical gifts, so much so that I got a vacuum cleaner for my birthday two years in a row. Everybody in the room stole glances at each other when I opened the second one, but nobody said a word. Maybe the rest of my family just thought I was really, really dirty and had worn the first one out already.
Arrggghhhh... so how do I get a computer, write the great American novel, or at least a sleazy bestseller, and secure my family's future financially? Either God thought I was deserving or Satan tempted me or a local finance company was just desperate for suckers to screw with an astronomical interest rate, but a check showed up in my mailbox. It was a "loan check;" just cash it and your loan is pre-approved. Easy monthly payments, say it again, EASY MONTHLY PAYMENTS. Kinda rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? I looked at the check for about five minutes; I swear I think I was licking my lips. Come to mama, baby. That weekend we went to Office Depot and came home with my first home computer. Spent two grand for that overpriced HP Pavilion, but it was BEAUTIFUL. I was sure I could type my ass off on it and couldn't wait to get started. Of course.... I had to try out all the bells and whistles first. In retrospect, I should have skipped that part. I ended up having to format the hard drive and dig out the restore disk twice in the first month.
It didn't matter... I was finally ready to work on becoming a published writer and nothing or nobody was going to get in my way.
But it soon became apparent why I REALLY bought a computer:
To get on the internet and talk trash.
At least, that must have been the real reason because that's what I did for the first two years after I bought the damned thing. I had been titillated for months with stories about chat rooms and instant messaging and cybersex by the woman who answered the ambulance service phones during the off hours. I imagined this thrilling, exciting other-world that I'd never had access to, beckoning to me like a tarted-up siren. It's how I imagine people who live in Salt Lake City feel, knowing that Vegas is sooooo close. Can you imagine how tempting it must be to folks who aren't even allowed to drink coffee? We all think we shouldn't give in, but sooner or later and if you try hard enough, you can justify almost anything to yourself.
The whole chat room thing and the idea of meeting people online seemed to me to combine two of my favorite things - catalog shopping and flirting. I had played with the idea once before, when a friend had jokingly given me a subscription to "Alaska Men" magazine. Remember that one? Supposedly, desperate lonely men in the wilds of our 49th state were just waiting for the right woman to send them a letter or even better, make a call to their pricey automated phone line. I quickly found I couldn't compete with twenty-five year old bimbos like Cyndi who won a husband by writing him a cutesy note entirely in babytalk. (True story!)
Why not just go out and meet people? The biggest obstacle in my life to doing exactly that was that I have a vision problem that means I am no longer able to drive at night. Most folks would tell you I shouldn't drive in the daylight either! In fact, at my last eye doc visit, the tech gave me what is called a visual field test. You sit in front of a half-dome apparatus, stare through a lense looking at a pinprick of light, and click the handheld signaling button when you see a light flashing elsewhere in the dome. Can you say, "I'll take blind as a bat for $200, Alex?" As I basically see only out of my right eye and with very little peripheral vision, there was not a lot of clicking going on. As we finished the test, the tech casually remarked, "So, do you drive a lot?" I could picture her passing out a description of me and my vehicle to all her friends with a warning to avoid me on the road at all costs as a public safety announcement.
To throw another bucket of cold water on my social life, all my friends were married with little kids. If I went out with them, it was probably to the mall or to Mickey D's for a happy meal, although most of the kids were not all that happy at being dragged along with us. When you live in a small rural town like I did, the only places you meet anybody are in the bars or in church. Sometimes, you'd see the same people at both! In fact, I met a guy at church shortly after becoming separated and he seemed nice enough, but I found out quickly that he was looking for a roommate, as soon as possible, as he was even broker than I was. I didn't hold that against him, but I just didn't have the energy at the time to deal with it. I understand he got married to a lovely girl a few years later, had several kids, and they no longer go to church. Funny, I never thought of our Southern Baptist church as a meatmarket, but I guess he got what he came for, even if it wasn't eternal salvation.
I told myself that I'd never get "crazy" online, that I'd never tell anyone my real name, where I lived, or God forbid, give them my phone number! If there is one thing I should have learned by the time I was 40, it was to never say never. Guess I saved that lesson for age 41.
My first attempts at "chatting" were pathetic. I had no idea what to do, how to do it, or what the hell everybody in there was talking about. It seemed to me that there was some foreign language going on, and I had only the experience of the wild woman answering our phones at night to rely on. She told me about ICQ, the instant messaging program, and I still have it on my computer to this day. It is probably the ONLY thing I still access since my "newbie" days, mostly because websites that were my favorites no longer exist. You could find ANYTHING online back in the late 90's, and most of it was free. Especially the stuff you didn't want to see at all! I know that it takes all kinds to make the world go 'round, but does anybody REALLY need to see a woman who can handle a model train INTERNALLY? How drunk do you have to be to lie there, spread-eagled, while a friend or lover sets up the track? I hope her intent wasn't to come across favorably in a sexual way, because what guy could compete with that? I guess you'd have to find out what gauge the train was to know for sure.
The easiest part of my going online was picking a nickname. Starting in my early teenage years, my maternal grandmother would refer to me as a gypsy. I always loved being on the go, and was never, ever homesick. My father's family were travelers too, for a long time living the nomadic lifestyle of the migrant farmworker. I must get that gene from their side, along with my dislike of watermelon and iced tea. My grandmother passed away in 1996, and therefore missed out on my "digital coming of age." I'm sure she would have said the same thing my mother did, "Child, you have lost your mind."
Fortunately or unfortunately, that never stopped me, although there have been times I agreed with them.
There I was; it was 1997 and I had been divorced for six years and living back in my podunk hometown. A four-year long affair with a married man (who also happened to be my childhood sweetheart) had come to an end, not with a whimper nor a bang, but more like the hiss of a balloon with a slow leak. I was living in a nice little house, right next to my sister and brother-in-law's nice little house, with my 12 year old daughter, the cat, and the queen of the household, our dog.
After being laid off from a great job that I loved, I struggled for two months to find another. In desperation, I accepted a position as the office manager for an ambulance service. It was something I knew virtually nothing about and it was a huge, I mean HUGE paycut, but it beat the hell out of taking a job doing the cell count at the local prison. I eventually came to love the job and especially the people I worked with, but we were struggling financially in a big way.
One day, as my daughter and I were picking out our weekly groceries, something I enjoy just slightly more than a root canal, we passed down the magazine aisle, by all the romance novels with their busty heroines and Fabio cloned heroes on the lurid covers. I remarked, "I wonder how much money someone gets paid for writing that stuff?"
My daughter replied, "You should give it a try, Mom. You could probably knock one out in a coupla hours."
Hmmmmm... I thought that over for awhile. Sure, I had always thought I might like to write a little something here and there. I had almost fully fleshed out plotlines for at least 3 novels in my head at any given time, one of which I STILL think would make a fabulous Lifetime TV original movie starring Melissa Gilbert and Jack Wagner. Problem was, I didn't have a computer. And no matter how grand I thought a particular idea was, in the time it would have taken me to write it out longhand, I would have come to hate the characters and would have killed them all off by the third chapter.
Did I know how to write a real manuscript and submit it to a publisher, an agent, or even my high school English teacher for that matter? Geeeze, no. Not a clue. BUT... I figured I could find out. There are books about this stuff in the library, right? And the library is free, right? And if I'm ever lucky enough to be published, I'll GIVE a signed copy of my book to the library as payback. Damn right.
Back in the real world though, I'm still broke and Santa Claus is not about to leave me a PC under the tree. I've been naughty (remember the affair?), and you can't make up for four years of naughty with six months of nice. Since my parents did not and still do not believe in computers, there was no need in trying to convince them that one would make a really good birthday or Christmas present. My parents believe in practical gifts, so much so that I got a vacuum cleaner for my birthday two years in a row. Everybody in the room stole glances at each other when I opened the second one, but nobody said a word. Maybe the rest of my family just thought I was really, really dirty and had worn the first one out already.
Arrggghhhh... so how do I get a computer, write the great American novel, or at least a sleazy bestseller, and secure my family's future financially? Either God thought I was deserving or Satan tempted me or a local finance company was just desperate for suckers to screw with an astronomical interest rate, but a check showed up in my mailbox. It was a "loan check;" just cash it and your loan is pre-approved. Easy monthly payments, say it again, EASY MONTHLY PAYMENTS. Kinda rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? I looked at the check for about five minutes; I swear I think I was licking my lips. Come to mama, baby. That weekend we went to Office Depot and came home with my first home computer. Spent two grand for that overpriced HP Pavilion, but it was BEAUTIFUL. I was sure I could type my ass off on it and couldn't wait to get started. Of course.... I had to try out all the bells and whistles first. In retrospect, I should have skipped that part. I ended up having to format the hard drive and dig out the restore disk twice in the first month.
It didn't matter... I was finally ready to work on becoming a published writer and nothing or nobody was going to get in my way.
But it soon became apparent why I REALLY bought a computer:
To get on the internet and talk trash.
At least, that must have been the real reason because that's what I did for the first two years after I bought the damned thing. I had been titillated for months with stories about chat rooms and instant messaging and cybersex by the woman who answered the ambulance service phones during the off hours. I imagined this thrilling, exciting other-world that I'd never had access to, beckoning to me like a tarted-up siren. It's how I imagine people who live in Salt Lake City feel, knowing that Vegas is sooooo close. Can you imagine how tempting it must be to folks who aren't even allowed to drink coffee? We all think we shouldn't give in, but sooner or later and if you try hard enough, you can justify almost anything to yourself.
The whole chat room thing and the idea of meeting people online seemed to me to combine two of my favorite things - catalog shopping and flirting. I had played with the idea once before, when a friend had jokingly given me a subscription to "Alaska Men" magazine. Remember that one? Supposedly, desperate lonely men in the wilds of our 49th state were just waiting for the right woman to send them a letter or even better, make a call to their pricey automated phone line. I quickly found I couldn't compete with twenty-five year old bimbos like Cyndi who won a husband by writing him a cutesy note entirely in babytalk. (True story!)
Why not just go out and meet people? The biggest obstacle in my life to doing exactly that was that I have a vision problem that means I am no longer able to drive at night. Most folks would tell you I shouldn't drive in the daylight either! In fact, at my last eye doc visit, the tech gave me what is called a visual field test. You sit in front of a half-dome apparatus, stare through a lense looking at a pinprick of light, and click the handheld signaling button when you see a light flashing elsewhere in the dome. Can you say, "I'll take blind as a bat for $200, Alex?" As I basically see only out of my right eye and with very little peripheral vision, there was not a lot of clicking going on. As we finished the test, the tech casually remarked, "So, do you drive a lot?" I could picture her passing out a description of me and my vehicle to all her friends with a warning to avoid me on the road at all costs as a public safety announcement.
To throw another bucket of cold water on my social life, all my friends were married with little kids. If I went out with them, it was probably to the mall or to Mickey D's for a happy meal, although most of the kids were not all that happy at being dragged along with us. When you live in a small rural town like I did, the only places you meet anybody are in the bars or in church. Sometimes, you'd see the same people at both! In fact, I met a guy at church shortly after becoming separated and he seemed nice enough, but I found out quickly that he was looking for a roommate, as soon as possible, as he was even broker than I was. I didn't hold that against him, but I just didn't have the energy at the time to deal with it. I understand he got married to a lovely girl a few years later, had several kids, and they no longer go to church. Funny, I never thought of our Southern Baptist church as a meatmarket, but I guess he got what he came for, even if it wasn't eternal salvation.
I told myself that I'd never get "crazy" online, that I'd never tell anyone my real name, where I lived, or God forbid, give them my phone number! If there is one thing I should have learned by the time I was 40, it was to never say never. Guess I saved that lesson for age 41.
My first attempts at "chatting" were pathetic. I had no idea what to do, how to do it, or what the hell everybody in there was talking about. It seemed to me that there was some foreign language going on, and I had only the experience of the wild woman answering our phones at night to rely on. She told me about ICQ, the instant messaging program, and I still have it on my computer to this day. It is probably the ONLY thing I still access since my "newbie" days, mostly because websites that were my favorites no longer exist. You could find ANYTHING online back in the late 90's, and most of it was free. Especially the stuff you didn't want to see at all! I know that it takes all kinds to make the world go 'round, but does anybody REALLY need to see a woman who can handle a model train INTERNALLY? How drunk do you have to be to lie there, spread-eagled, while a friend or lover sets up the track? I hope her intent wasn't to come across favorably in a sexual way, because what guy could compete with that? I guess you'd have to find out what gauge the train was to know for sure.
The easiest part of my going online was picking a nickname. Starting in my early teenage years, my maternal grandmother would refer to me as a gypsy. I always loved being on the go, and was never, ever homesick. My father's family were travelers too, for a long time living the nomadic lifestyle of the migrant farmworker. I must get that gene from their side, along with my dislike of watermelon and iced tea. My grandmother passed away in 1996, and therefore missed out on my "digital coming of age." I'm sure she would have said the same thing my mother did, "Child, you have lost your mind."
Fortunately or unfortunately, that never stopped me, although there have been times I agreed with them.
I don't recognize that number...
Sep 05, 2007
I saw my doc today, two months after my last .5cc fill. Things with the spewing and spitting had calmed down a little bit but it tstill happens. Today at lunch for example, when my low cal sweet and sour chicken was only about half eaten when I realized one bite too late that I'd had enough. I just haven't gotten the hang of what works and what doesn't yet and I just don't see a consistency there. I ate a steak, broccoli, and a little pasta last Sunday, no problem. Tomato soup, I slimed and PB'd. *shrugs*
BUT, the good news is that I'm down anothe 10 pounds, making a total of 47 pounds. Looking at 225 on the scale felt pretty good; I haven't seen that number for over 10 years.
I am wondering what the heck I'm going to wear this winter though!
BUT, the good news is that I'm down anothe 10 pounds, making a total of 47 pounds. Looking at 225 on the scale felt pretty good; I haven't seen that number for over 10 years.
I am wondering what the heck I'm going to wear this winter though!
Old habits die hard.... you've got to beat the crap out of them
Aug 05, 2007
I ended up calling my surgeon's office last Monday because I am still struggling with many solid foods. It's typically eat three bites... wait 10 minutes.. try another bite.. wait some more. I haven't PB'd for the last few days thank goodness, but it's been because I have become more disciplined about stopping myself after just those few bites. Mary Kay, the nurse who administers the bariatric program, talked over the situation with me and we decided to try and wait it out til my next appointment in September. She said as long as I"m not throwing up a LOT, I didn't need to worry about band slippage. Tell that to some of the other docs and patients on this site!
So I have buckled down on smaller bites and being very cautious as I'm tired of running to the bathroom and yacking like a cat with a furball. And I got to thinking about the link between bite size and satisfaction. Why is it smaller bites just don't give you that same oomph, even if you take more of them? Why is it that when you eat popcorn, you have to get just the right amount of kernels in your fingertips before you will pop them into your mouth? Do skinny people eat popcorn one kernel at a time? I think I'm going to post this question on the message boards and see what I hear back.
Mary Kay asked me how my weight was and I told her that I don't own scales and have no idea. Maybe I should get some just to keep an eye on things, but I sort of like weighing only at their office. I think the daily weight fluctuations would make me crazy.
I"m looking forward to canoeing with the office folks on Tuesday.... I still wish I wasn't the biggest person in the crowd going, but about 20 more pounds off ought to put me below some of the guys. Do I dare wear a swimsuit? What the heck.. they all saw me in my physical therapy clothes, no makeup, and bawling my eyes out. I can't possibly look worse than that, can I? Don't answer that...
getting back down to business
Jul 21, 2007
After four months, I finally got back in for my 3rd fill. Dr. Nizzie didn't want to give me a fill before my knee replacement and said not to come back until I was completely over it. Little did I know it would take months to get to that point.
I was happy to find I was down 13 more pounds since I had virtually no restriction left while I was recuperating from the knee surgery. PT was good exercise for me though and I need to find a replacement for that now that it's FINALLY over.
Dr Nizzie had a good bit of trouble getting that .5 cc in the band and that has me concerned. The first fill went like a breeze, the second one was a little more difficult, and this one took 10 minutes of poking before he got the needle into the port. I was getting more and more anxious and ready to call it quits when he finally got it. He said that the port has turned away a bit and was no longer lying flat against the muscle. Yippee. I don't know what the next fill will be like, but I'm not looking forward to it.
I've had a tough time eating these last two weeks and I hope it will get better. A day without yacking something up is a good day indeed. I never know until it's too late if I ate one bite too many. Some meals I have no problem at all, and the next one I may only get two bites down. Oh well, this should at least jump start me back on the road to smaller portions, more chewing, and less hunger.
I go back in September for my next visit. I would love to see the scales down at least 8 more pounds.
I was happy to find I was down 13 more pounds since I had virtually no restriction left while I was recuperating from the knee surgery. PT was good exercise for me though and I need to find a replacement for that now that it's FINALLY over.
Dr Nizzie had a good bit of trouble getting that .5 cc in the band and that has me concerned. The first fill went like a breeze, the second one was a little more difficult, and this one took 10 minutes of poking before he got the needle into the port. I was getting more and more anxious and ready to call it quits when he finally got it. He said that the port has turned away a bit and was no longer lying flat against the muscle. Yippee. I don't know what the next fill will be like, but I'm not looking forward to it.
I've had a tough time eating these last two weeks and I hope it will get better. A day without yacking something up is a good day indeed. I never know until it's too late if I ate one bite too many. Some meals I have no problem at all, and the next one I may only get two bites down. Oh well, this should at least jump start me back on the road to smaller portions, more chewing, and less hunger.
I go back in September for my next visit. I would love to see the scales down at least 8 more pounds.
First post-op visit to the Doc
Nov 30, 2006
Went in for my first post-op office visit today and was pleased to see the scale go down 12 pounds. I suspected it would be somewhere between 10 and 15, but it's hard to tell with some swelling still plaguing me. I won't go back until January 4, and will most likely get my first fill then. So for the next month, I'll have to walk the walk and try not to be one of the many who gain between surgery and fill.
I have plenty of things to distract me from food though. We bought a modular home yesterday and are now frantically looking for land to put it on. My charming husband is putting every waking moment into this project as it will be the first home we'll own.
Work is insane. No other way to describe it. I'm in bandster hell and grantwriter hell all at the same time. Come Christmas, I'll be exhausted. And packing, most likely.
I have plenty of things to distract me from food though. We bought a modular home yesterday and are now frantically looking for land to put it on. My charming husband is putting every waking moment into this project as it will be the first home we'll own.
Work is insane. No other way to describe it. I'm in bandster hell and grantwriter hell all at the same time. Come Christmas, I'll be exhausted. And packing, most likely.
Wide open spaces ...
Nov 26, 2006
Two weeks out from surgery and the precious restriction I felt from the swelling is all gone. I could easily eat whatever and however much I could cram in. So... now it's time to work some self-discipline - make good choices, drink drink drink the well dry, and remember that it will take time to get the restriction back.
My friend Etta called last night; she had RNY surgery about a year and a half ago and is doing stellar - down almost 150 pounds. She gives me excellent encouragement and that helped keep me from eating the house down last night. I don't really crave sweets, it's fried foods and breads mostly I miss. Southern girl, through and through! My friend Ali says eat small meals as does Etta and most of the websites I've visited. My surgeon's office says the goal is 3 small meals a day, so there are conflicting philosophies out there. I'll have to figure out what works for me.
My first checkup is Thursday.. I can't wait to see if I've lost anything. I seriously don't feel like I have and expect maybe 10 pounds at the most. I'd love to see 20 gone, which is what Dr. Nizzi said most patients are seeing, but my clothes don't feel any looser. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm still swollen and it probably take another month for that to subside. Oh well.... we'll see what happens Thursday.
Meantime, the month from grant proposal hell continues for one more week and I'll be working on a report and a proposal today. Yikes.... I'll be glad when December gets here!
My friend Etta called last night; she had RNY surgery about a year and a half ago and is doing stellar - down almost 150 pounds. She gives me excellent encouragement and that helped keep me from eating the house down last night. I don't really crave sweets, it's fried foods and breads mostly I miss. Southern girl, through and through! My friend Ali says eat small meals as does Etta and most of the websites I've visited. My surgeon's office says the goal is 3 small meals a day, so there are conflicting philosophies out there. I'll have to figure out what works for me.
My first checkup is Thursday.. I can't wait to see if I've lost anything. I seriously don't feel like I have and expect maybe 10 pounds at the most. I'd love to see 20 gone, which is what Dr. Nizzi said most patients are seeing, but my clothes don't feel any looser. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm still swollen and it probably take another month for that to subside. Oh well.... we'll see what happens Thursday.
Meantime, the month from grant proposal hell continues for one more week and I'll be working on a report and a proposal today. Yikes.... I'll be glad when December gets here!
Back to the grind tomorrow ...
Nov 19, 2006
Tomorrow will be one week since surgery and I go back to the office. I'm looking forward to it because I love my job and I have an awful lot of things to get done by December 1. This has turned out to be the busiest month of the year for me for grant proposals and reports unfortunately so I am multi-tasking like a mad dog and have worked on a couple of things this week at home. Thank God for logmein.com!
I'm still sore on the right side, still gassy (won't my office mate love that!), but for the most part I feel pretty good. Having no trouble eating mushies so I will probably move on to solids by Thanksgiving; at least I think I'll try a few bites of turkey.
I miss coffee though so I'll be brewing up a pot of decaf when I get in. Maybe it's caffeine that I miss since I used to be quite the cocacola addict. Real coke, not that diet or zero crap either.. lol. I cut way back on soda pop months ago though so cutting it out altogether wasn't that hard. Still having trouble getting enough fluids in so I will be pushing water harder next week.
We don't have scales in our house and I'm not planning on getting any for a long time. I'll just weigh at the doc's office... it will be interesting to see what they say on the 30th!
I'm still sore on the right side, still gassy (won't my office mate love that!), but for the most part I feel pretty good. Having no trouble eating mushies so I will probably move on to solids by Thanksgiving; at least I think I'll try a few bites of turkey.
I miss coffee though so I'll be brewing up a pot of decaf when I get in. Maybe it's caffeine that I miss since I used to be quite the cocacola addict. Real coke, not that diet or zero crap either.. lol. I cut way back on soda pop months ago though so cutting it out altogether wasn't that hard. Still having trouble getting enough fluids in so I will be pushing water harder next week.
We don't have scales in our house and I'm not planning on getting any for a long time. I'll just weigh at the doc's office... it will be interesting to see what they say on the 30th!
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Kalkaska, MI
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36.6
BMI
Surgery
11/13/2006
Surgery Date
Mar 10, 2006
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